Placate my words in a sea of red,
my life a wash,
my blood do I shed,
forgiveness not given,
mistrust held against those unworthy,
I saw you there that day,
we locked eyes for a moment,
I saw the tears running down your face and I misread what they meant,
for I thought you were mourning those I had broken and buried so long ago,
but it was me the tears were for,
you had forgiven my misdeeds,
you had awoken,
as I lay dying,
but at least in that last moment,
we both knew what was seen…